Poem: Back and Forward

Moving forward means not looking back.

Not looking for the thing that made your weep.

With joy, but with the sorrow that could cure a thousand cries.

This is the life that no longer waits.

You hunger for that.

It is the food that feeds your soul.

You also hunger for the road ahead.

It holds the things that you do not know.

The things that make you feel desired.

This is your calling, but the land in the back, is still holding your hand.

It is slowly slipping away, but you keep reaching out to grab it.

How long will you hold the grip before it just slips away.

Looking back, you can no longer do.

Looking forward is calling you.